Age about 21 years and 6 months old. Coal miner.
Cause of death: Coroner's Case--Revolver wound of chest--homicide. Instantly killed.
MO d/c 33436—As Monnier Salvador Broutin
BEVIER ROMANCE ENDS IN TRAGEDY
Salvador Broutin Slain by Brother of His Former Sweetheart in Quarrel Over Lawsuit
ONE SHOT HIT FATHER OF BOY
Second Shot Boy Fired at Victim Struck Hit Father in Arm Shattering the Bone
Last Sunday afternoon about 3 o'clock Emil Maillet, seventeen years old, shot and killed Salvador Broutin, 21 years old. The shooting grew out of trouble of several months standing.
Many of our readers will recall an article published in this paper some weeks ago, entitled "A Frenchman's Romance." The victim of the shooting was the same young Frenchman described in the article aluded to and it was the ill feeling engendered in the breast of young Maillet over the lawsuit which led to the killing.
Last Monday evening Dr. T. P. Gronoway, coroner of Macon county, conducted the inquest over the remains of young Broutin. Prosecuting Attorney Ed. S. Jones was present and examined the witnesses.
Briefly the testimony given was in substance: The shooting was done at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Monnier Charlemange, who reside on the Fred Riley place south west, and about one mile from this city.
Mr. and Mrs. Charlemange were married some two week ago and had recently moved into the house. Witnesses testify that a number of guests were present to pay their respects to the newly wedded couple, among them being Lucien Maillet and his son, Emil, who did the shooting. Shortly alter the Maillets arrived Salvador Broutin, the victim, and his friend, Theophile Brusiere, of Keota, drove up to the Charlemange home in a buggy to make a visit but upon noticing that the Maillets were within the house, Salvador Broutin seated himself on the porch and did not enter.
Almost immediately the elder Maillet begun quarreling with Broutin. Maillet stepped out on the porch and seized Broutin who endeavored to get away, and it was at this juncture that young Maillet ran out of the house and fired two shots at Broutin. The first struck him over the heart and he died in a few minutes. The second shot went wild and struck the elder Maillet in the right arm passing completely through and inflicting a severe wound as the bone was fractured. Immediately after the shooting young Maillet fled. Although a search was made for him by officers, he was not found.
A diligent attempt will be made to catch and to bring justice the slayer.
After listening to the testimony the coroner's jury brought in the verdict : "We, the coroner's jury, find that Salvador Broutin came to his death by a revolver shot wound, the said revolver in the hands of Emil Maillet with felonious intent to kill." Salvador Broutin, the murdered man, was born in Argentine, South America, of French parentage.
He came to this city a little more than a year ago where he had since worked in the mines. His genial and good natured manner won him many friends. He was an industrious and law abiding young man, and all who knew hum speak a good word for Salvador Broutin.
Public sentiment was much aroused over the killing and had the slayer been caught it might have bean difficult to prevent a lynching.
The funeral occurred from Mrs Thomas' boarding house Tuesday afternoon, the procession being headed by the Italian band of Mine No. 8, of which Broutin was an active and efficient member, and was conducted by Father McCormac, of Macon. Interment was made in St Charles cemetery.
The deceased is supposed to have one brother in this country though but little is known of his family connections. Telegrams sent to the supposed address of this man remained unanswered, however.
Bevier Appeal, Bevier, Missouri, 04 Oct 1912, Page 1, Columns 1 & 2
FRENCH MINER SLAIN
LOST HIS LOVE AND LIFE.
Salvador Broutin Shot by Amiel Maillett, Aged 17, at Bevier, Sunday Afternoon.
AMEIL MAILLETT, the 17 year old son of Lucien Maillett, shot and killed Salvador Julius Broutin, aged 25, at the home of one Charlemange, in the south part of Bevier, Sunday afternoon. Lucien Maillett, the father, was fighting with Broutin at the time, and the second shot from the boy's revolver struck his father in the arm.
Dr. T. P. Gronoway, the coroner, held an inquest in T. A. Rowland's office at Bevier, Monday night. The jury found that the shooting was done without justification. At the time of the inquest Amiel's whereabouts were unknown to the authorities.
Broutin is a coal miner, and well versed in music. He is a native of France. Sunday afternoon he and friend, also a musician, drove to the home of Charlemange, Maillett and his son were there. On discovering this, Broutin did not enter the house, but his friend did. Presently Lucien Maillett came out on the porch where Broutin was. There was an altercation between the two, and Amiel run out with his pistol. He fired two shots. The first one, discharged from behind, struck Boutin, entering just below the left arm, ranging downward and inward, and
PENETRATING THE HEART.
Amiel fired again. The second shot going through his father's right arm.
Broutin staggered out to the road, fell and died there. Amiel, for the time disappeared.
A dispatch from Bevier stated that "Lucien Maillett was shot in the arm when he rushed in front of his son, trying to prevent the shooting
Lucien told Charley Sagaser, deputy sheriff, that Broutin "had him down."
According to the testimony of some of the witnesses at the inquest, Maillett went out on the porch and after some words with Broutin, "grabbed him by the throat and was choking him," when his son went out, with the result stated above.
Broutin had been in the county about four years. He was formerly on terms of friendly relation with the Maillett family, and boarded with them some two years. From all accounts he was a man of good habits, honest and industrious.
The trouble between Broutin and the Maillett's developed from Bevier causes. Broutin was first an admirer of Maillett's daughter. Being disappointed there, he had a disagreement over money that Maillett had collected from Broutin's earnings.
The Bevier Appeal recently printed this ornate account of Broutin's romance and subsequent adversity:
We are wont to believe that romance exists only in the pages between the covers of the very best sellers written by some clever story teller who has won fame and distinction for himself through the acts and diction of his make believe people, the children of his vivid imagination.
Once in a while, and only once in a while, as happened in Justice T. A. Rowland's court last Tuesday, does the public at large learn a
REAL LOVE STORY,
the pathway of which was beset with hardship, and patient toil only to end—but that would be anticipating our story.
Right here let us pause long enough in telling our story to give credit and to thank our friend, Joe De Custer, who translated the words of the actors in this little drama for us.
But little more than a short year ago our hero first came to our city to engage in the arduous labor of his chosen calling. To be more exact, he arrived from some eastern coal mining district where he had previously worked in the mines, on the eleventh day of July last year. Almost immediately he begun work in Mine No. 8.
His inquiries for a boarding and rooming place led him to the home of Lucien Maillett, a Frenchman who resided for a number of years in that portion of our city familiarly known as Welsh Hill. Here he secured lodging and sustenance for his powerful young body.
Returning tired and hungry one evening, from a hard day's labor in the mines, our hero discovered that his landlord was possessed of a
PETITE AND CHARMING DAUGHTER.
To one young person at least, the memory of that meal beneath the roof of Lucien Maillett's domicile will long be remembered by his susceptible French heart, for our hero is also a French man as his name, Salvador Broutin, strongly implies.
As Lucienne Maillett tripped lightly about her home that evening performing such household duties as Madame, her mother, saw fit to assign to her, her beauty and charm of manner were written indelibly upon the heart of her fellow countryman, Salvador Broutin.
That night as Salvador sought his couch to slumber and rest his tired young body for another day of labor in the mines, the goddess of repose brushed not the wrinkles from his pillow. The mad racing of his pulses which the sight of the lovely Lucienne had stirred to abnormal activity would not let his weary eyes close In peaceful dreams and ---- ---- bright young mind active ----- ----- ---- the winning of the ---.
Not only was Salvador in indigent circumstances when he arrived, but he owed a sum of money in the city from which he came, and over and over his tired mind revolved the question, how can I win enough worldly goods to have the face to ask from my thrifty landlord his daughter's hand in marriage? For Salvador was sore smitten by the beauty of the young maiden.
Many plans came to our hero that night, but all wild and unpractical as ever the plans of the fiery imagination of youth are apt to be. It was not until the wee sma' hours of morning that the gentle goddess at last sought the bed side of Salvador and closed his tired eyes in slumber, but even then his dreams were all of a cozy cottage, vine emboured and peaceful in which Lucienne should rule as queen.
The same problem was with our hero when he arose next morning and all through the long hours of his day's toil, as he used pick and shovel in digging and loading the imprisoned sunbeams of ages, it was his constant companion. But hard labor is wont to quench the fiery imagining of youth and to direct the mind to more sober and practical lines. As Salvador placed his last shovelful upon the brimming car, which was the last he would run that day, the solution of his vexing problem came to him.
FORGING THE FETTER.
That evening as he smoked his pipe on the front stoop beside mine host he told him of his owing a debt in the city from whence he came and mine host came to his assistance by suggesting that he make over to him in writing, a note or acknowledgement of debt for the amount of fifty dollars. In this way the landlord would be protected and sure of receiving his money for Salvador's lodging and food, Salvador readily agreed, for although the sum exceeded the stipulated charge for his lodgings, he reasoned that the surplus would be accumulating in the hands of his intended father-in-law and would be a strong argument in favor of his suit for the daughters hand.
Months came and went and Salvador, besides paying the certificate of indebtedness, paid for his room and keep regularly, so he says. One fifty dollar certificate after another was liquidated at the company store and the money paid was paid over into the hands of Lucien Maillett.
On some occasions Salvador found it necessary to approach his host for small sums of money between paydays, some times for clothing and sometimes tha [sic] the might engage in social revelry with his young companions, but always had he in mind that the sum must be preserved as a whole against the day when he should ask for his lady's hand. Not only had he prospered in material worldly goods, but the fair Lucienne had seemed to smile with more or less favor upon his attentions as a suitor.
LOVE'S DREAM SHATTERED.
After casting up the total sum of his savings in his mind one day, Salvador concluded that he had accumulated a sufficient hoard to entitle him to a favorable bearing with his landlord upon his suit for Lucienne's hand. With the grace and courtesy that is the birthright of his nation, he broached his ambition to Pere Maillett, but much to his chagrin he found that his genial landlord looked not with favor upon his attentions to his daughter. In fact his objections were expressed so strongly that discouraged Salvador sought another habitation in which to nurse his aching heart. After due deliberation decided to ask his host for the balance which he felt sure was in his favor and with this sum return to his native country, France, alone, and, not with his bride, as he had originally intended, there seek solace for his lacerated affections.
On making his request to Lucien Maillett, his banker, he was informed that there was no balance to his credit, but in point of fact that he owed that worthy some twenty odd dollars. Added to this calamity, and it was this that filled his cup of bitterness to overflowing, on last Thanksgiving day, in the presence of the same justice of the peace before whom the above suit was brought, the fair Lucienne was wedded fast and tight to Salvador's rival, an industrious Italian lad.
Now Landlord Maillett is in court asking that the justice award him a verdict for the twenty odd dollars which he claims is due him, and Salvador is denying that he owes the landlord ought, but is asking for a statement showing just what became of the hard earned sum which he assigned to Mr. Mallett from month to month from his wages.
AH, ME!
Perhaps, after all, it is not only in the story books that the clouds are rift asunder and the golden light of peace and happiness is vouchsafed to us mere mortals who strive and toil to attain unto some great end, to pluck a beauteous flower, and when the last high cliff of our ambition is scaled and we hold the prize almost within our grasp the flower fadeth and withereth from our sight.
The Macon Republican, Macon, Missouri, 05 Oct 1912, Page 1, Column s 1 & 2
BEVIER NEWS ITEMS.
A fatal shooting affray occurred out near No, 8 mine Sunday afternoon about 4 o'clock, when Amiel Maillett, a young French boy about 17 years of age, shot and instantly killed Monnier Salvador Broutin, age about 21 years. Lucien Maillett, father of the slayer, was also shot in the right shoulder by his son during the shooting, There is a great deal of romance mixed up with the tragedy, Several years ago young Broutin, it is alleged, owed a board bill of $50 to parties he was boarding with, when Maillett, sr., made him a proposition to pay his back board on condition that Broutin came to board at hie, Maillett's house, and it is alleged an agreement was made between them that Maillett's daughter was to draw Broutin's pay for three years and marry him then. All over the board bill was to be held to start the young people housekeeping. It is said also that young Broutin gave $300 to his intended father-in-law to keep for him until the daughter and he got married. About a year ago the daughter married an Italian, and young Broutin demanded his money back which the Mailletts had collected every month. They refused and put in a counter claim for a large board bill, the matter was tried in the circuit court this term and young Broutin, the victim, was awarded judgment for about $300. Last Sunday it is alleged that the Mailletts invited the young man to come and talk the matter over. The elder Maillett and young Broutin it is alleged got into an altercation and while the older Maillett held him up against the wall the son, young Maillett, shot at Broutin but shot, his father instead. Broutin tried to run away and young Maillett fired two more shots, one of which entered the chest, causing instant death. The coroner's jury brought in a verdict of felonious assault against young Maillett. Broutin had no relatives living around here, but has a brother living in Illinois, who was notified of his death. The deceased seemed to be a jovial, good natured young man and was a drummer in the No. 8 Band, which turned out at the funeral Tuesday afternoon. The remains were interred in the St. Charles Catholic cemetery here. Young Maillett fled after the shooting and has not yet been apprehended.
The Macon Republican, Macon, Missouri, 05 Oct 1912, Page 3, Columns 1 & 2
Cause of death: Coroner's Case--Revolver wound of chest--homicide. Instantly killed.
MO d/c 33436—As Monnier Salvador Broutin
BEVIER ROMANCE ENDS IN TRAGEDY
Salvador Broutin Slain by Brother of His Former Sweetheart in Quarrel Over Lawsuit
ONE SHOT HIT FATHER OF BOY
Second Shot Boy Fired at Victim Struck Hit Father in Arm Shattering the Bone
Last Sunday afternoon about 3 o'clock Emil Maillet, seventeen years old, shot and killed Salvador Broutin, 21 years old. The shooting grew out of trouble of several months standing.
Many of our readers will recall an article published in this paper some weeks ago, entitled "A Frenchman's Romance." The victim of the shooting was the same young Frenchman described in the article aluded to and it was the ill feeling engendered in the breast of young Maillet over the lawsuit which led to the killing.
Last Monday evening Dr. T. P. Gronoway, coroner of Macon county, conducted the inquest over the remains of young Broutin. Prosecuting Attorney Ed. S. Jones was present and examined the witnesses.
Briefly the testimony given was in substance: The shooting was done at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Monnier Charlemange, who reside on the Fred Riley place south west, and about one mile from this city.
Mr. and Mrs. Charlemange were married some two week ago and had recently moved into the house. Witnesses testify that a number of guests were present to pay their respects to the newly wedded couple, among them being Lucien Maillet and his son, Emil, who did the shooting. Shortly alter the Maillets arrived Salvador Broutin, the victim, and his friend, Theophile Brusiere, of Keota, drove up to the Charlemange home in a buggy to make a visit but upon noticing that the Maillets were within the house, Salvador Broutin seated himself on the porch and did not enter.
Almost immediately the elder Maillet begun quarreling with Broutin. Maillet stepped out on the porch and seized Broutin who endeavored to get away, and it was at this juncture that young Maillet ran out of the house and fired two shots at Broutin. The first struck him over the heart and he died in a few minutes. The second shot went wild and struck the elder Maillet in the right arm passing completely through and inflicting a severe wound as the bone was fractured. Immediately after the shooting young Maillet fled. Although a search was made for him by officers, he was not found.
A diligent attempt will be made to catch and to bring justice the slayer.
After listening to the testimony the coroner's jury brought in the verdict : "We, the coroner's jury, find that Salvador Broutin came to his death by a revolver shot wound, the said revolver in the hands of Emil Maillet with felonious intent to kill." Salvador Broutin, the murdered man, was born in Argentine, South America, of French parentage.
He came to this city a little more than a year ago where he had since worked in the mines. His genial and good natured manner won him many friends. He was an industrious and law abiding young man, and all who knew hum speak a good word for Salvador Broutin.
Public sentiment was much aroused over the killing and had the slayer been caught it might have bean difficult to prevent a lynching.
The funeral occurred from Mrs Thomas' boarding house Tuesday afternoon, the procession being headed by the Italian band of Mine No. 8, of which Broutin was an active and efficient member, and was conducted by Father McCormac, of Macon. Interment was made in St Charles cemetery.
The deceased is supposed to have one brother in this country though but little is known of his family connections. Telegrams sent to the supposed address of this man remained unanswered, however.
Bevier Appeal, Bevier, Missouri, 04 Oct 1912, Page 1, Columns 1 & 2
FRENCH MINER SLAIN
LOST HIS LOVE AND LIFE.
Salvador Broutin Shot by Amiel Maillett, Aged 17, at Bevier, Sunday Afternoon.
AMEIL MAILLETT, the 17 year old son of Lucien Maillett, shot and killed Salvador Julius Broutin, aged 25, at the home of one Charlemange, in the south part of Bevier, Sunday afternoon. Lucien Maillett, the father, was fighting with Broutin at the time, and the second shot from the boy's revolver struck his father in the arm.
Dr. T. P. Gronoway, the coroner, held an inquest in T. A. Rowland's office at Bevier, Monday night. The jury found that the shooting was done without justification. At the time of the inquest Amiel's whereabouts were unknown to the authorities.
Broutin is a coal miner, and well versed in music. He is a native of France. Sunday afternoon he and friend, also a musician, drove to the home of Charlemange, Maillett and his son were there. On discovering this, Broutin did not enter the house, but his friend did. Presently Lucien Maillett came out on the porch where Broutin was. There was an altercation between the two, and Amiel run out with his pistol. He fired two shots. The first one, discharged from behind, struck Boutin, entering just below the left arm, ranging downward and inward, and
PENETRATING THE HEART.
Amiel fired again. The second shot going through his father's right arm.
Broutin staggered out to the road, fell and died there. Amiel, for the time disappeared.
A dispatch from Bevier stated that "Lucien Maillett was shot in the arm when he rushed in front of his son, trying to prevent the shooting
Lucien told Charley Sagaser, deputy sheriff, that Broutin "had him down."
According to the testimony of some of the witnesses at the inquest, Maillett went out on the porch and after some words with Broutin, "grabbed him by the throat and was choking him," when his son went out, with the result stated above.
Broutin had been in the county about four years. He was formerly on terms of friendly relation with the Maillett family, and boarded with them some two years. From all accounts he was a man of good habits, honest and industrious.
The trouble between Broutin and the Maillett's developed from Bevier causes. Broutin was first an admirer of Maillett's daughter. Being disappointed there, he had a disagreement over money that Maillett had collected from Broutin's earnings.
The Bevier Appeal recently printed this ornate account of Broutin's romance and subsequent adversity:
We are wont to believe that romance exists only in the pages between the covers of the very best sellers written by some clever story teller who has won fame and distinction for himself through the acts and diction of his make believe people, the children of his vivid imagination.
Once in a while, and only once in a while, as happened in Justice T. A. Rowland's court last Tuesday, does the public at large learn a
REAL LOVE STORY,
the pathway of which was beset with hardship, and patient toil only to end—but that would be anticipating our story.
Right here let us pause long enough in telling our story to give credit and to thank our friend, Joe De Custer, who translated the words of the actors in this little drama for us.
But little more than a short year ago our hero first came to our city to engage in the arduous labor of his chosen calling. To be more exact, he arrived from some eastern coal mining district where he had previously worked in the mines, on the eleventh day of July last year. Almost immediately he begun work in Mine No. 8.
His inquiries for a boarding and rooming place led him to the home of Lucien Maillett, a Frenchman who resided for a number of years in that portion of our city familiarly known as Welsh Hill. Here he secured lodging and sustenance for his powerful young body.
Returning tired and hungry one evening, from a hard day's labor in the mines, our hero discovered that his landlord was possessed of a
PETITE AND CHARMING DAUGHTER.
To one young person at least, the memory of that meal beneath the roof of Lucien Maillett's domicile will long be remembered by his susceptible French heart, for our hero is also a French man as his name, Salvador Broutin, strongly implies.
As Lucienne Maillett tripped lightly about her home that evening performing such household duties as Madame, her mother, saw fit to assign to her, her beauty and charm of manner were written indelibly upon the heart of her fellow countryman, Salvador Broutin.
That night as Salvador sought his couch to slumber and rest his tired young body for another day of labor in the mines, the goddess of repose brushed not the wrinkles from his pillow. The mad racing of his pulses which the sight of the lovely Lucienne had stirred to abnormal activity would not let his weary eyes close In peaceful dreams and ---- ---- bright young mind active ----- ----- ---- the winning of the ---.
Not only was Salvador in indigent circumstances when he arrived, but he owed a sum of money in the city from which he came, and over and over his tired mind revolved the question, how can I win enough worldly goods to have the face to ask from my thrifty landlord his daughter's hand in marriage? For Salvador was sore smitten by the beauty of the young maiden.
Many plans came to our hero that night, but all wild and unpractical as ever the plans of the fiery imagination of youth are apt to be. It was not until the wee sma' hours of morning that the gentle goddess at last sought the bed side of Salvador and closed his tired eyes in slumber, but even then his dreams were all of a cozy cottage, vine emboured and peaceful in which Lucienne should rule as queen.
The same problem was with our hero when he arose next morning and all through the long hours of his day's toil, as he used pick and shovel in digging and loading the imprisoned sunbeams of ages, it was his constant companion. But hard labor is wont to quench the fiery imagining of youth and to direct the mind to more sober and practical lines. As Salvador placed his last shovelful upon the brimming car, which was the last he would run that day, the solution of his vexing problem came to him.
FORGING THE FETTER.
That evening as he smoked his pipe on the front stoop beside mine host he told him of his owing a debt in the city from whence he came and mine host came to his assistance by suggesting that he make over to him in writing, a note or acknowledgement of debt for the amount of fifty dollars. In this way the landlord would be protected and sure of receiving his money for Salvador's lodging and food, Salvador readily agreed, for although the sum exceeded the stipulated charge for his lodgings, he reasoned that the surplus would be accumulating in the hands of his intended father-in-law and would be a strong argument in favor of his suit for the daughters hand.
Months came and went and Salvador, besides paying the certificate of indebtedness, paid for his room and keep regularly, so he says. One fifty dollar certificate after another was liquidated at the company store and the money paid was paid over into the hands of Lucien Maillett.
On some occasions Salvador found it necessary to approach his host for small sums of money between paydays, some times for clothing and sometimes tha [sic] the might engage in social revelry with his young companions, but always had he in mind that the sum must be preserved as a whole against the day when he should ask for his lady's hand. Not only had he prospered in material worldly goods, but the fair Lucienne had seemed to smile with more or less favor upon his attentions as a suitor.
LOVE'S DREAM SHATTERED.
After casting up the total sum of his savings in his mind one day, Salvador concluded that he had accumulated a sufficient hoard to entitle him to a favorable bearing with his landlord upon his suit for Lucienne's hand. With the grace and courtesy that is the birthright of his nation, he broached his ambition to Pere Maillett, but much to his chagrin he found that his genial landlord looked not with favor upon his attentions to his daughter. In fact his objections were expressed so strongly that discouraged Salvador sought another habitation in which to nurse his aching heart. After due deliberation decided to ask his host for the balance which he felt sure was in his favor and with this sum return to his native country, France, alone, and, not with his bride, as he had originally intended, there seek solace for his lacerated affections.
On making his request to Lucien Maillett, his banker, he was informed that there was no balance to his credit, but in point of fact that he owed that worthy some twenty odd dollars. Added to this calamity, and it was this that filled his cup of bitterness to overflowing, on last Thanksgiving day, in the presence of the same justice of the peace before whom the above suit was brought, the fair Lucienne was wedded fast and tight to Salvador's rival, an industrious Italian lad.
Now Landlord Maillett is in court asking that the justice award him a verdict for the twenty odd dollars which he claims is due him, and Salvador is denying that he owes the landlord ought, but is asking for a statement showing just what became of the hard earned sum which he assigned to Mr. Mallett from month to month from his wages.
AH, ME!
Perhaps, after all, it is not only in the story books that the clouds are rift asunder and the golden light of peace and happiness is vouchsafed to us mere mortals who strive and toil to attain unto some great end, to pluck a beauteous flower, and when the last high cliff of our ambition is scaled and we hold the prize almost within our grasp the flower fadeth and withereth from our sight.
The Macon Republican, Macon, Missouri, 05 Oct 1912, Page 1, Column s 1 & 2
BEVIER NEWS ITEMS.
A fatal shooting affray occurred out near No, 8 mine Sunday afternoon about 4 o'clock, when Amiel Maillett, a young French boy about 17 years of age, shot and instantly killed Monnier Salvador Broutin, age about 21 years. Lucien Maillett, father of the slayer, was also shot in the right shoulder by his son during the shooting, There is a great deal of romance mixed up with the tragedy, Several years ago young Broutin, it is alleged, owed a board bill of $50 to parties he was boarding with, when Maillett, sr., made him a proposition to pay his back board on condition that Broutin came to board at hie, Maillett's house, and it is alleged an agreement was made between them that Maillett's daughter was to draw Broutin's pay for three years and marry him then. All over the board bill was to be held to start the young people housekeeping. It is said also that young Broutin gave $300 to his intended father-in-law to keep for him until the daughter and he got married. About a year ago the daughter married an Italian, and young Broutin demanded his money back which the Mailletts had collected every month. They refused and put in a counter claim for a large board bill, the matter was tried in the circuit court this term and young Broutin, the victim, was awarded judgment for about $300. Last Sunday it is alleged that the Mailletts invited the young man to come and talk the matter over. The elder Maillett and young Broutin it is alleged got into an altercation and while the older Maillett held him up against the wall the son, young Maillett, shot at Broutin but shot, his father instead. Broutin tried to run away and young Maillett fired two more shots, one of which entered the chest, causing instant death. The coroner's jury brought in a verdict of felonious assault against young Maillett. Broutin had no relatives living around here, but has a brother living in Illinois, who was notified of his death. The deceased seemed to be a jovial, good natured young man and was a drummer in the No. 8 Band, which turned out at the funeral Tuesday afternoon. The remains were interred in the St. Charles Catholic cemetery here. Young Maillett fled after the shooting and has not yet been apprehended.
The Macon Republican, Macon, Missouri, 05 Oct 1912, Page 3, Columns 1 & 2
Age about 21 years and 6 months old. Coal miner.
Cause of death: Coroner's Case--Revolver wound of chest--homicide. Instantly killed.
MO d/c 33436—As Monnier Salvador Broutin
BEVIER ROMANCE ENDS IN TRAGEDY
Salvador Broutin Slain by Brother of His Former Sweetheart in Quarrel Over Lawsuit
ONE SHOT HIT FATHER OF BOY
Second Shot Boy Fired at Victim Struck Hit Father in Arm Shattering the Bone
Last Sunday afternoon about 3 o'clock Emil Maillet, seventeen years old, shot and killed Salvador Broutin, 21 years old. The shooting grew out of trouble of several months standing.
Many of our readers will recall an article published in this paper some weeks ago, entitled "A Frenchman's Romance." The victim of the shooting was the same young Frenchman described in the article aluded to and it was the ill feeling engendered in the breast of young Maillet over the lawsuit which led to the killing.
Last Monday evening Dr. T. P. Gronoway, coroner of Macon county, conducted the inquest over the remains of young Broutin. Prosecuting Attorney Ed. S. Jones was present and examined the witnesses.
Briefly the testimony given was in substance: The shooting was done at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Monnier Charlemange, who reside on the Fred Riley place south west, and about one mile from this city.
Mr. and Mrs. Charlemange were married some two week ago and had recently moved into the house. Witnesses testify that a number of guests were present to pay their respects to the newly wedded couple, among them being Lucien Maillet and his son, Emil, who did the shooting. Shortly alter the Maillets arrived Salvador Broutin, the victim, and his friend, Theophile Brusiere, of Keota, drove up to the Charlemange home in a buggy to make a visit but upon noticing that the Maillets were within the house, Salvador Broutin seated himself on the porch and did not enter.
Almost immediately the elder Maillet begun quarreling with Broutin. Maillet stepped out on the porch and seized Broutin who endeavored to get away, and it was at this juncture that young Maillet ran out of the house and fired two shots at Broutin. The first struck him over the heart and he died in a few minutes. The second shot went wild and struck the elder Maillet in the right arm passing completely through and inflicting a severe wound as the bone was fractured. Immediately after the shooting young Maillet fled. Although a search was made for him by officers, he was not found.
A diligent attempt will be made to catch and to bring justice the slayer.
After listening to the testimony the coroner's jury brought in the verdict : "We, the coroner's jury, find that Salvador Broutin came to his death by a revolver shot wound, the said revolver in the hands of Emil Maillet with felonious intent to kill." Salvador Broutin, the murdered man, was born in Argentine, South America, of French parentage.
He came to this city a little more than a year ago where he had since worked in the mines. His genial and good natured manner won him many friends. He was an industrious and law abiding young man, and all who knew hum speak a good word for Salvador Broutin.
Public sentiment was much aroused over the killing and had the slayer been caught it might have bean difficult to prevent a lynching.
The funeral occurred from Mrs Thomas' boarding house Tuesday afternoon, the procession being headed by the Italian band of Mine No. 8, of which Broutin was an active and efficient member, and was conducted by Father McCormac, of Macon. Interment was made in St Charles cemetery.
The deceased is supposed to have one brother in this country though but little is known of his family connections. Telegrams sent to the supposed address of this man remained unanswered, however.
Bevier Appeal, Bevier, Missouri, 04 Oct 1912, Page 1, Columns 1 & 2
FRENCH MINER SLAIN
LOST HIS LOVE AND LIFE.
Salvador Broutin Shot by Amiel Maillett, Aged 17, at Bevier, Sunday Afternoon.
AMEIL MAILLETT, the 17 year old son of Lucien Maillett, shot and killed Salvador Julius Broutin, aged 25, at the home of one Charlemange, in the south part of Bevier, Sunday afternoon. Lucien Maillett, the father, was fighting with Broutin at the time, and the second shot from the boy's revolver struck his father in the arm.
Dr. T. P. Gronoway, the coroner, held an inquest in T. A. Rowland's office at Bevier, Monday night. The jury found that the shooting was done without justification. At the time of the inquest Amiel's whereabouts were unknown to the authorities.
Broutin is a coal miner, and well versed in music. He is a native of France. Sunday afternoon he and friend, also a musician, drove to the home of Charlemange, Maillett and his son were there. On discovering this, Broutin did not enter the house, but his friend did. Presently Lucien Maillett came out on the porch where Broutin was. There was an altercation between the two, and Amiel run out with his pistol. He fired two shots. The first one, discharged from behind, struck Boutin, entering just below the left arm, ranging downward and inward, and
PENETRATING THE HEART.
Amiel fired again. The second shot going through his father's right arm.
Broutin staggered out to the road, fell and died there. Amiel, for the time disappeared.
A dispatch from Bevier stated that "Lucien Maillett was shot in the arm when he rushed in front of his son, trying to prevent the shooting
Lucien told Charley Sagaser, deputy sheriff, that Broutin "had him down."
According to the testimony of some of the witnesses at the inquest, Maillett went out on the porch and after some words with Broutin, "grabbed him by the throat and was choking him," when his son went out, with the result stated above.
Broutin had been in the county about four years. He was formerly on terms of friendly relation with the Maillett family, and boarded with them some two years. From all accounts he was a man of good habits, honest and industrious.
The trouble between Broutin and the Maillett's developed from Bevier causes. Broutin was first an admirer of Maillett's daughter. Being disappointed there, he had a disagreement over money that Maillett had collected from Broutin's earnings.
The Bevier Appeal recently printed this ornate account of Broutin's romance and subsequent adversity:
We are wont to believe that romance exists only in the pages between the covers of the very best sellers written by some clever story teller who has won fame and distinction for himself through the acts and diction of his make believe people, the children of his vivid imagination.
Once in a while, and only once in a while, as happened in Justice T. A. Rowland's court last Tuesday, does the public at large learn a
REAL LOVE STORY,
the pathway of which was beset with hardship, and patient toil only to end—but that would be anticipating our story.
Right here let us pause long enough in telling our story to give credit and to thank our friend, Joe De Custer, who translated the words of the actors in this little drama for us.
But little more than a short year ago our hero first came to our city to engage in the arduous labor of his chosen calling. To be more exact, he arrived from some eastern coal mining district where he had previously worked in the mines, on the eleventh day of July last year. Almost immediately he begun work in Mine No. 8.
His inquiries for a boarding and rooming place led him to the home of Lucien Maillett, a Frenchman who resided for a number of years in that portion of our city familiarly known as Welsh Hill. Here he secured lodging and sustenance for his powerful young body.
Returning tired and hungry one evening, from a hard day's labor in the mines, our hero discovered that his landlord was possessed of a
PETITE AND CHARMING DAUGHTER.
To one young person at least, the memory of that meal beneath the roof of Lucien Maillett's domicile will long be remembered by his susceptible French heart, for our hero is also a French man as his name, Salvador Broutin, strongly implies.
As Lucienne Maillett tripped lightly about her home that evening performing such household duties as Madame, her mother, saw fit to assign to her, her beauty and charm of manner were written indelibly upon the heart of her fellow countryman, Salvador Broutin.
That night as Salvador sought his couch to slumber and rest his tired young body for another day of labor in the mines, the goddess of repose brushed not the wrinkles from his pillow. The mad racing of his pulses which the sight of the lovely Lucienne had stirred to abnormal activity would not let his weary eyes close In peaceful dreams and ---- ---- bright young mind active ----- ----- ---- the winning of the ---.
Not only was Salvador in indigent circumstances when he arrived, but he owed a sum of money in the city from which he came, and over and over his tired mind revolved the question, how can I win enough worldly goods to have the face to ask from my thrifty landlord his daughter's hand in marriage? For Salvador was sore smitten by the beauty of the young maiden.
Many plans came to our hero that night, but all wild and unpractical as ever the plans of the fiery imagination of youth are apt to be. It was not until the wee sma' hours of morning that the gentle goddess at last sought the bed side of Salvador and closed his tired eyes in slumber, but even then his dreams were all of a cozy cottage, vine emboured and peaceful in which Lucienne should rule as queen.
The same problem was with our hero when he arose next morning and all through the long hours of his day's toil, as he used pick and shovel in digging and loading the imprisoned sunbeams of ages, it was his constant companion. But hard labor is wont to quench the fiery imagining of youth and to direct the mind to more sober and practical lines. As Salvador placed his last shovelful upon the brimming car, which was the last he would run that day, the solution of his vexing problem came to him.
FORGING THE FETTER.
That evening as he smoked his pipe on the front stoop beside mine host he told him of his owing a debt in the city from whence he came and mine host came to his assistance by suggesting that he make over to him in writing, a note or acknowledgement of debt for the amount of fifty dollars. In this way the landlord would be protected and sure of receiving his money for Salvador's lodging and food, Salvador readily agreed, for although the sum exceeded the stipulated charge for his lodgings, he reasoned that the surplus would be accumulating in the hands of his intended father-in-law and would be a strong argument in favor of his suit for the daughters hand.
Months came and went and Salvador, besides paying the certificate of indebtedness, paid for his room and keep regularly, so he says. One fifty dollar certificate after another was liquidated at the company store and the money paid was paid over into the hands of Lucien Maillett.
On some occasions Salvador found it necessary to approach his host for small sums of money between paydays, some times for clothing and sometimes tha [sic] the might engage in social revelry with his young companions, but always had he in mind that the sum must be preserved as a whole against the day when he should ask for his lady's hand. Not only had he prospered in material worldly goods, but the fair Lucienne had seemed to smile with more or less favor upon his attentions as a suitor.
LOVE'S DREAM SHATTERED.
After casting up the total sum of his savings in his mind one day, Salvador concluded that he had accumulated a sufficient hoard to entitle him to a favorable bearing with his landlord upon his suit for Lucienne's hand. With the grace and courtesy that is the birthright of his nation, he broached his ambition to Pere Maillett, but much to his chagrin he found that his genial landlord looked not with favor upon his attentions to his daughter. In fact his objections were expressed so strongly that discouraged Salvador sought another habitation in which to nurse his aching heart. After due deliberation decided to ask his host for the balance which he felt sure was in his favor and with this sum return to his native country, France, alone, and, not with his bride, as he had originally intended, there seek solace for his lacerated affections.
On making his request to Lucien Maillett, his banker, he was informed that there was no balance to his credit, but in point of fact that he owed that worthy some twenty odd dollars. Added to this calamity, and it was this that filled his cup of bitterness to overflowing, on last Thanksgiving day, in the presence of the same justice of the peace before whom the above suit was brought, the fair Lucienne was wedded fast and tight to Salvador's rival, an industrious Italian lad.
Now Landlord Maillett is in court asking that the justice award him a verdict for the twenty odd dollars which he claims is due him, and Salvador is denying that he owes the landlord ought, but is asking for a statement showing just what became of the hard earned sum which he assigned to Mr. Mallett from month to month from his wages.
AH, ME!
Perhaps, after all, it is not only in the story books that the clouds are rift asunder and the golden light of peace and happiness is vouchsafed to us mere mortals who strive and toil to attain unto some great end, to pluck a beauteous flower, and when the last high cliff of our ambition is scaled and we hold the prize almost within our grasp the flower fadeth and withereth from our sight.
The Macon Republican, Macon, Missouri, 05 Oct 1912, Page 1, Column s 1 & 2
BEVIER NEWS ITEMS.
A fatal shooting affray occurred out near No, 8 mine Sunday afternoon about 4 o'clock, when Amiel Maillett, a young French boy about 17 years of age, shot and instantly killed Monnier Salvador Broutin, age about 21 years. Lucien Maillett, father of the slayer, was also shot in the right shoulder by his son during the shooting, There is a great deal of romance mixed up with the tragedy, Several years ago young Broutin, it is alleged, owed a board bill of $50 to parties he was boarding with, when Maillett, sr., made him a proposition to pay his back board on condition that Broutin came to board at hie, Maillett's house, and it is alleged an agreement was made between them that Maillett's daughter was to draw Broutin's pay for three years and marry him then. All over the board bill was to be held to start the young people housekeeping. It is said also that young Broutin gave $300 to his intended father-in-law to keep for him until the daughter and he got married. About a year ago the daughter married an Italian, and young Broutin demanded his money back which the Mailletts had collected every month. They refused and put in a counter claim for a large board bill, the matter was tried in the circuit court this term and young Broutin, the victim, was awarded judgment for about $300. Last Sunday it is alleged that the Mailletts invited the young man to come and talk the matter over. The elder Maillett and young Broutin it is alleged got into an altercation and while the older Maillett held him up against the wall the son, young Maillett, shot at Broutin but shot, his father instead. Broutin tried to run away and young Maillett fired two more shots, one of which entered the chest, causing instant death. The coroner's jury brought in a verdict of felonious assault against young Maillett. Broutin had no relatives living around here, but has a brother living in Illinois, who was notified of his death. The deceased seemed to be a jovial, good natured young man and was a drummer in the No. 8 Band, which turned out at the funeral Tuesday afternoon. The remains were interred in the St. Charles Catholic cemetery here. Young Maillett fled after the shooting and has not yet been apprehended.
The Macon Republican, Macon, Missouri, 05 Oct 1912, Page 3, Columns 1 & 2
Cause of death: Coroner's Case--Revolver wound of chest--homicide. Instantly killed.
MO d/c 33436—As Monnier Salvador Broutin
BEVIER ROMANCE ENDS IN TRAGEDY
Salvador Broutin Slain by Brother of His Former Sweetheart in Quarrel Over Lawsuit
ONE SHOT HIT FATHER OF BOY
Second Shot Boy Fired at Victim Struck Hit Father in Arm Shattering the Bone
Last Sunday afternoon about 3 o'clock Emil Maillet, seventeen years old, shot and killed Salvador Broutin, 21 years old. The shooting grew out of trouble of several months standing.
Many of our readers will recall an article published in this paper some weeks ago, entitled "A Frenchman's Romance." The victim of the shooting was the same young Frenchman described in the article aluded to and it was the ill feeling engendered in the breast of young Maillet over the lawsuit which led to the killing.
Last Monday evening Dr. T. P. Gronoway, coroner of Macon county, conducted the inquest over the remains of young Broutin. Prosecuting Attorney Ed. S. Jones was present and examined the witnesses.
Briefly the testimony given was in substance: The shooting was done at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Monnier Charlemange, who reside on the Fred Riley place south west, and about one mile from this city.
Mr. and Mrs. Charlemange were married some two week ago and had recently moved into the house. Witnesses testify that a number of guests were present to pay their respects to the newly wedded couple, among them being Lucien Maillet and his son, Emil, who did the shooting. Shortly alter the Maillets arrived Salvador Broutin, the victim, and his friend, Theophile Brusiere, of Keota, drove up to the Charlemange home in a buggy to make a visit but upon noticing that the Maillets were within the house, Salvador Broutin seated himself on the porch and did not enter.
Almost immediately the elder Maillet begun quarreling with Broutin. Maillet stepped out on the porch and seized Broutin who endeavored to get away, and it was at this juncture that young Maillet ran out of the house and fired two shots at Broutin. The first struck him over the heart and he died in a few minutes. The second shot went wild and struck the elder Maillet in the right arm passing completely through and inflicting a severe wound as the bone was fractured. Immediately after the shooting young Maillet fled. Although a search was made for him by officers, he was not found.
A diligent attempt will be made to catch and to bring justice the slayer.
After listening to the testimony the coroner's jury brought in the verdict : "We, the coroner's jury, find that Salvador Broutin came to his death by a revolver shot wound, the said revolver in the hands of Emil Maillet with felonious intent to kill." Salvador Broutin, the murdered man, was born in Argentine, South America, of French parentage.
He came to this city a little more than a year ago where he had since worked in the mines. His genial and good natured manner won him many friends. He was an industrious and law abiding young man, and all who knew hum speak a good word for Salvador Broutin.
Public sentiment was much aroused over the killing and had the slayer been caught it might have bean difficult to prevent a lynching.
The funeral occurred from Mrs Thomas' boarding house Tuesday afternoon, the procession being headed by the Italian band of Mine No. 8, of which Broutin was an active and efficient member, and was conducted by Father McCormac, of Macon. Interment was made in St Charles cemetery.
The deceased is supposed to have one brother in this country though but little is known of his family connections. Telegrams sent to the supposed address of this man remained unanswered, however.
Bevier Appeal, Bevier, Missouri, 04 Oct 1912, Page 1, Columns 1 & 2
FRENCH MINER SLAIN
LOST HIS LOVE AND LIFE.
Salvador Broutin Shot by Amiel Maillett, Aged 17, at Bevier, Sunday Afternoon.
AMEIL MAILLETT, the 17 year old son of Lucien Maillett, shot and killed Salvador Julius Broutin, aged 25, at the home of one Charlemange, in the south part of Bevier, Sunday afternoon. Lucien Maillett, the father, was fighting with Broutin at the time, and the second shot from the boy's revolver struck his father in the arm.
Dr. T. P. Gronoway, the coroner, held an inquest in T. A. Rowland's office at Bevier, Monday night. The jury found that the shooting was done without justification. At the time of the inquest Amiel's whereabouts were unknown to the authorities.
Broutin is a coal miner, and well versed in music. He is a native of France. Sunday afternoon he and friend, also a musician, drove to the home of Charlemange, Maillett and his son were there. On discovering this, Broutin did not enter the house, but his friend did. Presently Lucien Maillett came out on the porch where Broutin was. There was an altercation between the two, and Amiel run out with his pistol. He fired two shots. The first one, discharged from behind, struck Boutin, entering just below the left arm, ranging downward and inward, and
PENETRATING THE HEART.
Amiel fired again. The second shot going through his father's right arm.
Broutin staggered out to the road, fell and died there. Amiel, for the time disappeared.
A dispatch from Bevier stated that "Lucien Maillett was shot in the arm when he rushed in front of his son, trying to prevent the shooting
Lucien told Charley Sagaser, deputy sheriff, that Broutin "had him down."
According to the testimony of some of the witnesses at the inquest, Maillett went out on the porch and after some words with Broutin, "grabbed him by the throat and was choking him," when his son went out, with the result stated above.
Broutin had been in the county about four years. He was formerly on terms of friendly relation with the Maillett family, and boarded with them some two years. From all accounts he was a man of good habits, honest and industrious.
The trouble between Broutin and the Maillett's developed from Bevier causes. Broutin was first an admirer of Maillett's daughter. Being disappointed there, he had a disagreement over money that Maillett had collected from Broutin's earnings.
The Bevier Appeal recently printed this ornate account of Broutin's romance and subsequent adversity:
We are wont to believe that romance exists only in the pages between the covers of the very best sellers written by some clever story teller who has won fame and distinction for himself through the acts and diction of his make believe people, the children of his vivid imagination.
Once in a while, and only once in a while, as happened in Justice T. A. Rowland's court last Tuesday, does the public at large learn a
REAL LOVE STORY,
the pathway of which was beset with hardship, and patient toil only to end—but that would be anticipating our story.
Right here let us pause long enough in telling our story to give credit and to thank our friend, Joe De Custer, who translated the words of the actors in this little drama for us.
But little more than a short year ago our hero first came to our city to engage in the arduous labor of his chosen calling. To be more exact, he arrived from some eastern coal mining district where he had previously worked in the mines, on the eleventh day of July last year. Almost immediately he begun work in Mine No. 8.
His inquiries for a boarding and rooming place led him to the home of Lucien Maillett, a Frenchman who resided for a number of years in that portion of our city familiarly known as Welsh Hill. Here he secured lodging and sustenance for his powerful young body.
Returning tired and hungry one evening, from a hard day's labor in the mines, our hero discovered that his landlord was possessed of a
PETITE AND CHARMING DAUGHTER.
To one young person at least, the memory of that meal beneath the roof of Lucien Maillett's domicile will long be remembered by his susceptible French heart, for our hero is also a French man as his name, Salvador Broutin, strongly implies.
As Lucienne Maillett tripped lightly about her home that evening performing such household duties as Madame, her mother, saw fit to assign to her, her beauty and charm of manner were written indelibly upon the heart of her fellow countryman, Salvador Broutin.
That night as Salvador sought his couch to slumber and rest his tired young body for another day of labor in the mines, the goddess of repose brushed not the wrinkles from his pillow. The mad racing of his pulses which the sight of the lovely Lucienne had stirred to abnormal activity would not let his weary eyes close In peaceful dreams and ---- ---- bright young mind active ----- ----- ---- the winning of the ---.
Not only was Salvador in indigent circumstances when he arrived, but he owed a sum of money in the city from which he came, and over and over his tired mind revolved the question, how can I win enough worldly goods to have the face to ask from my thrifty landlord his daughter's hand in marriage? For Salvador was sore smitten by the beauty of the young maiden.
Many plans came to our hero that night, but all wild and unpractical as ever the plans of the fiery imagination of youth are apt to be. It was not until the wee sma' hours of morning that the gentle goddess at last sought the bed side of Salvador and closed his tired eyes in slumber, but even then his dreams were all of a cozy cottage, vine emboured and peaceful in which Lucienne should rule as queen.
The same problem was with our hero when he arose next morning and all through the long hours of his day's toil, as he used pick and shovel in digging and loading the imprisoned sunbeams of ages, it was his constant companion. But hard labor is wont to quench the fiery imagining of youth and to direct the mind to more sober and practical lines. As Salvador placed his last shovelful upon the brimming car, which was the last he would run that day, the solution of his vexing problem came to him.
FORGING THE FETTER.
That evening as he smoked his pipe on the front stoop beside mine host he told him of his owing a debt in the city from whence he came and mine host came to his assistance by suggesting that he make over to him in writing, a note or acknowledgement of debt for the amount of fifty dollars. In this way the landlord would be protected and sure of receiving his money for Salvador's lodging and food, Salvador readily agreed, for although the sum exceeded the stipulated charge for his lodgings, he reasoned that the surplus would be accumulating in the hands of his intended father-in-law and would be a strong argument in favor of his suit for the daughters hand.
Months came and went and Salvador, besides paying the certificate of indebtedness, paid for his room and keep regularly, so he says. One fifty dollar certificate after another was liquidated at the company store and the money paid was paid over into the hands of Lucien Maillett.
On some occasions Salvador found it necessary to approach his host for small sums of money between paydays, some times for clothing and sometimes tha [sic] the might engage in social revelry with his young companions, but always had he in mind that the sum must be preserved as a whole against the day when he should ask for his lady's hand. Not only had he prospered in material worldly goods, but the fair Lucienne had seemed to smile with more or less favor upon his attentions as a suitor.
LOVE'S DREAM SHATTERED.
After casting up the total sum of his savings in his mind one day, Salvador concluded that he had accumulated a sufficient hoard to entitle him to a favorable bearing with his landlord upon his suit for Lucienne's hand. With the grace and courtesy that is the birthright of his nation, he broached his ambition to Pere Maillett, but much to his chagrin he found that his genial landlord looked not with favor upon his attentions to his daughter. In fact his objections were expressed so strongly that discouraged Salvador sought another habitation in which to nurse his aching heart. After due deliberation decided to ask his host for the balance which he felt sure was in his favor and with this sum return to his native country, France, alone, and, not with his bride, as he had originally intended, there seek solace for his lacerated affections.
On making his request to Lucien Maillett, his banker, he was informed that there was no balance to his credit, but in point of fact that he owed that worthy some twenty odd dollars. Added to this calamity, and it was this that filled his cup of bitterness to overflowing, on last Thanksgiving day, in the presence of the same justice of the peace before whom the above suit was brought, the fair Lucienne was wedded fast and tight to Salvador's rival, an industrious Italian lad.
Now Landlord Maillett is in court asking that the justice award him a verdict for the twenty odd dollars which he claims is due him, and Salvador is denying that he owes the landlord ought, but is asking for a statement showing just what became of the hard earned sum which he assigned to Mr. Mallett from month to month from his wages.
AH, ME!
Perhaps, after all, it is not only in the story books that the clouds are rift asunder and the golden light of peace and happiness is vouchsafed to us mere mortals who strive and toil to attain unto some great end, to pluck a beauteous flower, and when the last high cliff of our ambition is scaled and we hold the prize almost within our grasp the flower fadeth and withereth from our sight.
The Macon Republican, Macon, Missouri, 05 Oct 1912, Page 1, Column s 1 & 2
BEVIER NEWS ITEMS.
A fatal shooting affray occurred out near No, 8 mine Sunday afternoon about 4 o'clock, when Amiel Maillett, a young French boy about 17 years of age, shot and instantly killed Monnier Salvador Broutin, age about 21 years. Lucien Maillett, father of the slayer, was also shot in the right shoulder by his son during the shooting, There is a great deal of romance mixed up with the tragedy, Several years ago young Broutin, it is alleged, owed a board bill of $50 to parties he was boarding with, when Maillett, sr., made him a proposition to pay his back board on condition that Broutin came to board at hie, Maillett's house, and it is alleged an agreement was made between them that Maillett's daughter was to draw Broutin's pay for three years and marry him then. All over the board bill was to be held to start the young people housekeeping. It is said also that young Broutin gave $300 to his intended father-in-law to keep for him until the daughter and he got married. About a year ago the daughter married an Italian, and young Broutin demanded his money back which the Mailletts had collected every month. They refused and put in a counter claim for a large board bill, the matter was tried in the circuit court this term and young Broutin, the victim, was awarded judgment for about $300. Last Sunday it is alleged that the Mailletts invited the young man to come and talk the matter over. The elder Maillett and young Broutin it is alleged got into an altercation and while the older Maillett held him up against the wall the son, young Maillett, shot at Broutin but shot, his father instead. Broutin tried to run away and young Maillett fired two more shots, one of which entered the chest, causing instant death. The coroner's jury brought in a verdict of felonious assault against young Maillett. Broutin had no relatives living around here, but has a brother living in Illinois, who was notified of his death. The deceased seemed to be a jovial, good natured young man and was a drummer in the No. 8 Band, which turned out at the funeral Tuesday afternoon. The remains were interred in the St. Charles Catholic cemetery here. Young Maillett fled after the shooting and has not yet been apprehended.
The Macon Republican, Macon, Missouri, 05 Oct 1912, Page 3, Columns 1 & 2
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